[h3]Vikas Helsing[/h3]
(8PM)

Vikas slowly gets out of bed and looks at the woman he nearly drained to death. She was not beautiful, but rather pretty. Her features rather plain, with brown eyes, freckles, and mousy brown hair. Her skin was fair and the small amount of light entering the room seemed to make her more attractive. To top it off, he is pretty sure she is a prostitute....not that he asked very many questions before whisking her away to this room in this place. He had laid down money for the clothes he ruined before rubbing his face standing, dressing, and leaving. His attire being of a white linen shirt, a deep blue coat with copper colored buttons and tassels, black leather pants, and his black boots. As he walks the streets he decides tonight he would take the night off, just explore instead of hunting down his kind and killing them with the daggers he has equipped currently. His boots make little to no noise as he walks, bored out of his mind.
Normally, his day is full of normal civil things where he pretends to fit in with people. Then he sleeps for a small amount of time before it reaches 8pm, where he wakes back up and beings his hunting and thieving. Tonight though, he had gotten distracted and now had to walk back to his hideaway to get his weapons, cloak, and armor. He sighs, this is the third time this week that he has been unable to control himself...to stop himself from drinking blood. He shakes his head to snap himself out of it. He is a helsing, monster or not he would keep hunting. He had to.